Graham "Suggs" McPherson - SingТекст песни

I'll meet in the French House, we'll bump into my mum She'll be wearing orange kaftan, his flys will be undone We're driking pink champagne, although it's going through the roof And we'll scatter words to and fro across the truth That we're all as sad as sadness, we're all as high as kites On our way to madness, on a Soho ladies night We'll sing songs of longing, I'll smoke a huge cigar I'll take you in my arms and sing Moving away from the French House like a drunken steam train Red light, blue light, orange light, green Down the middle of the street with an abstracted air Wearing perfume do carbon monoxide Past doors full of winos in the learing London lights On our way to Madame Jo Jo's on a Soho ladies night Now we've come this far there's no going back Take me in your arms and sing No one can stop my birds from singing, no one can stop my bells from ringing No one can keep the scenes from shifting, no one can stop my sand from drifting No one can stop my boat from rocking, no can make the scenes less shocking No one can keep the world from spinning, take me in your arms and sing No one can stop my birds from singing, no one can stop my bells from ringing No one can keep the scenes from shifting, no one can stop my sand from drifting No one can stop my boat from rocking, no can make the scenes less shocking No one can keep the world from spinning, no one can stop this girl from singing